"Hahaha!" Nauseating laughter echoed indoors.
In front of Monica, four or five creatures with the same scent as herself each held long spears, and at the tip of the spears was Xiuyi's still alive body. Surprised and speechless, Monica allowed the blood spilled on her face to flow through her cheeks and into her lips.
"Hello, Miss Fislow. I heard that you are the most powerful vampire today, so we came specifically to seek your guidance. Although we have been observing you secretly for several days, today is our first time meeting."
The five of them tacitly threw Xiuyi from the tip of the gun onto the ground, wiping their weapons.
"But before that, we had planned to prepare a few gifts for you. The first one is this little ghost; the second one is the youngest daughter of the lord of this city; and the third one is the Countess who is very close to you."
The other person continued, "Unfortunately, we met while we were still preparing gifts. But there are still some meeting gifts, that's all." After speaking, she threw some scattered and blood stained objects in front of Monica.
Watching everything silently, he slowly squatted down and picked up something on the ground. After recognizing what was in her hand, she couldn't help but look at Xiuyi who was still lying on the ground. He had a very painful expression with his eyes tightly closed, but he didn't make any sound. Did you faint? Or just hold on? Monica didn't have the heart to judge these things.
The other person continued, "These nails have just been plucked off, they are still fresh. I hope you can accept them with a smile."
"What did you do to him?" His tone was cold and chilling. But it sounded like a eulogy in the other person's ear, making their expressions even more proud.
"It's nothing, we didn't originally plan on biting him. We just scratched his nails and broke his ankle. Oh! You should have seen the scene of stringing him up just now! But you still find it quite uninteresting. This guy wouldn't even let us listen to a scream. I thought his beautiful lip shape and mournful voice should be quite pleasant to hear, it almost made me pull out his tongue as a wall decoration."
Seeing Xiuyi's open eyes, filled with infinite sadness and a little bit of helplessness, with some elements of apology inside, Monica's heart tightened for a moment. Biting her lower lip forcefully, she asked, "What do you... want to do?"
It seems that one of the key questions was asked, and one of them loudly said, "As the main Night Clan, our goal is to restore the glory of vampires. We, who are more advanced than humans in terms of status, are not allowed to be ruled by humans. As long as we kill you, the other vampires will agree to inherit the name of the Chief Vampire. To lead the Night Clan and launch another survival war against humanity."
"Sally?"
"There's no need to invite out all the elderly people of your generation!" The five vampires looked at each other and laughed heartily. "Perhaps other companions went to greet that great lady."
"Why!" Monica exclaimed excitedly, lifting her head, but a long gun mercilessly pierced through her head.
"The era of the elderly has passed. We just want you to know how smart we are," one of them said as he turned his long gun and approached Monica's ear. "I know you're still alive, and I know you can hear what I'm saying. Use your body to feel it, is the divine radiance eroding your body? The Lancelot, named after the Knight of the Round Table three thousand years ago, has a great touch!"
The struggling hands slowly lifted up, but in the end, more long guns pierced through their bodies. In my consciousness, I vaguely heard them happily continuing, "These sacred spears were taken from the Hamilton Church. We, who know how to use weapons well, are smarter than you. The future world will be a world of people who know how to use their brains, not a world of stone heads like you. Remember..."
"Is it over like this? It's okay, why... why... when did everything start? The starting point of everything..."
Ordinary small villages, ordinary residents, ordinary routines, but inside live men with extraordinary aspirations.
"Monica, I'm leaving now."
"Will you come back?"
"Definitely. When I become a brave knight, I will come back to pick you up. All you have to do is wait for me."
In the past, I don't know how many women watched their beloved man leave. In the future, more women will also do the same thing. The parting here is just one of the millions of opening and closing events. But this is just the beginning, whether there will be days to meet again, perhaps only those who are familiar with the past and future know.
At night, it should be as peaceful as before, but today there is a group of unexpected guests. The tribe abandoned by the sunshine seems to want to record their misfortunes with the blood and tears of the world, even though they have been enjoying it for a long time.
The radiance of the five bright moons was overshadowed by the blazing flames, like a village in the daytime filled with killing and howling sounds. The dark red liquid spilled on the ground casually, but no dead person fell to the ground and let others trample on it. Ghouls spread throughout the village, occasionally interspersed with one or two monster figures transformed into orcs, holding the limbs of children or women.
People who fall will always stand up again, but it doesn't mean they have saved their lives. They are just trapped in eternal pain. Perhaps the only fortunate thing is that they lack the will to feel the boundless loss, and the only thing left in the world is the groans of becoming ghouls.
She ran desperately, but Monica didn't know where to go either. Where can one live without the care of the village. Behind them were a group of ghouls chasing after him, and in front of him was the road where his man had left the village, lined with houses engulfed by flames.
The last glimmer of hope shattered with the floating body, and fear and pain were confirmed by the furry big hand that penetrated through the chest. Watching their own blood spray out of the body, the blurry vision brought a figure.
"Did you come to pick me up?" The slightly raised corners of my mouth flowed red liquid, and everything seemed unreal like a dream.
"Are you a virgin?"
"Who!" The reunited gaze pulled those who were close to death back to reality, but it only brought a feeling of disappointment.
"Are you a virgin?"
I don't know the purpose of this disappointed stranger asking such a question at such a moment. But that already unclear consciousness made the dying person answer truthfully, "Yes... I am..."
But whether or not, it doesn't matter anymore. The focus of the gathering blurred again, and in the moment before the disappearance of the mind, I vaguely heard, "If you are a virgin, then I will give you eternal life."
"Eternal... life...?"
"Eternal... life...?"
"Is this what you need?"
"Hahaha! What should we do with this woman? How about dividing her into eight large pieces and sending her to the Rose Society's residence..."
"What exactly do you want in your heart?"
The sound between reality and illusion confused Monica's divine sense.
"Don't doubt it."
"That little ghost has been solved together, I don't want to bite him and stain my teeth..."
"Who are you?"
"I don't know, but you can give me the answer."
"Answer..."
Surrounded together, admiring the female vampire nailed to the ground with five long spears, as if admiring an artwork. Everyone pointed and criticized that this is not good, and criticized that there is too bad. But their conclusion is that the Night Clan as the material is too poor, which is why the value of the entire work is reduced. But they didn't realize that the scene outside the house was just boasting about themselves inside.
Centered around the house next to the Buckingham Bell Tower, a huge pure pentagram array emits a beam of white, blue, black, red, and yellow light into the sky. The eight trigrams of Gan Kan Kun Gen Zhen Xun Li Dui are arranged on the periphery of the pentagram according to their innate shape. When the Eight Trigrams formation sends eight colorful rays of light into the sky, a black fire also begins to gather in the center of the pentagram. The entire formation size completely envelops Platinum City inside.
All residents in Platinum City are watching this scene. For them, this is either the end or the beginning, no one dares to assert.
The dazzling colors and lights have numbed people, but the sound has only officially begun. A roar from hell penetrated everyone's ears. This is fear, this is also pain, but more importantly, anger!
The colorful light transformed into a snake like monster, connected by a black fire at the center of the pentagram from eight different directions. A type of ancient divine beast, some say it is a creature of Warcraft that has returned to reality.
It has had many names, and in people's oral records, it has also had many forms. But anyone who sees it with their own eyes will definitely know that this is it, and there will be no chance or possibility of misunderstanding. For it, the most familiar nickname is to call it the 'Eight Branched Snake'.
Everything returns to tranquility, the only difference being the addition of a giant object in the sky. Whether normal or crazy, they watch quietly, waiting is the only thing they can do, whether they are about to face death or hope.
One of the heads moved! The open mouth made a sound that ordinary people couldn't hear, accurately destroying a house, a house full of vampires.
Arrogance seems to have been replaced by surprise. Just comparing their body size is enough to give these five vampires a headache, not to mention fighting. "Go... go! This world is not where monsters like you should come from," the vampire taunted the other person with a strong spirit.
Staring at the roaring vampires, the Eight legged Snake had a slight reaction. It began to gather towards the center, and its eight heads gradually gathered together. Until it turns back into a black flame.
The vampires thought this was the end, and their opponents were also scared away by their intimidation. But in an instant, the black fire split into eight pillars of fire and rolled towards them.
It's really too fast to react at all. But it's really too bad, not a single pillar of fire harmed them. The vampires were proud, but in the next moment they realized something was wrong.
The pillar of fire gathered behind her, condensing into a black Monica shape. Covering his eyes and having a strange smile, these all represent the prelude to the unfortunate event that is about to happen next.
The spear automatically withdrew from Monica's body, the wound closed, and the blood stopped flowing. A wonderful atmosphere lies between Monica and her.
The vampires watched helplessly as the two merged into one, and the Monica in front of them could be said to be different from the previous one. Who should she be?
Before such a question could be answered, several black flames rolled out from the extended pitch black arms and swept over. When consciousness returns to the minds of vampires, either losing their arms or calves. Pain spread throughout the body.
"What's wrong? Aren't you also the main vampires? Call out your servants, restore your injured areas, and attack me again. Come on! Come on, come on, come on! Hurry up, I can't wait anymore."
Looking at Monica in front of her, flames occasionally curled out of her body, then rolled back into her body, completing a perfect arch. The expression on his face carried a hint of madness, like the expression he could see from his companions when playing hunting humans in the past.
"Hurry up~Attack! Aren't you going to war? Aren't you going to rule? Aren't you going to defeat me to obtain the title of Chief Vampire? Why are you still lying on the ground unwilling to get up? Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!"
The taste of fear has made five vampires feel like they don't want to taste it anymore. Panic, nervousness, fear, and what other emotions can describe this moment. Some people are disappointed, perhaps it is more appropriate to say that some vampires are disappointed.
"Is that all you have? Is that all you have? It's so boring! It's so boring!" Monica's disdainful expression stimulated the vampires lying on the ground.
Escape! This should be the best method now. But where can such a body escape; Where should I escape from such a person again.
The action of barely flipping over is already very difficult, and when caught, one must feel even more regretful. Why didn't we escape, why did our strength differ so much, why did we choose such an opponent
The five transformed snake heads pulled Monica's body apart. With the combination of the snake head and Monica in darkness, the proportion between the two gradually changed. The snake body that wrapped around the vampire's body dragged the vampire back to Monica.
The original form of only black shadows and eyes gathered again, becoming Monica's upper body. She looked coldly at the vampires and said in an extremely plain tone, "There is no dignity or reason. You cannot transform into fog or bat like posture, and killing people is not for food. After losing the weapons you rely on, you can't even fight. Do you think this... is called a vampire? You are not shameful!"
"No~no!" The vampire let out a mournful cry as she witnessed the huge snake head protruding from Monica's mouth biting her head more than halfway. And his companions, under the entanglement of the snake's body, became like punctured tomatoes, turning a drop of blood into a clump of mud.
When the shadow gathered again, Monica's figure immediately appeared. The tattered clothes on his body turned into a black formal dress. The black color seemed to be completely absorbed by the clothes, and although it was still Monica's face, it was so pale that it was frightening. Her rosy lips were like blood, and her blonde hair and blue eyes seemed to glow.
Slowly walking towards Xiuyi, who was still lying on the ground, Monica helped up the boy who still had one breath left.
"Fei... Miss Slough... I think I can't do it anymore..."
Holding the boy's hand tightly, Monica didn't say anything.
"Please... tell me... Brother... Xiuyi... went to see the old man first..."
Biting her lower lip tightly, Monica turned her gaze to one side, as if unwilling to accept this fact.
"I can't afford to..."
"Xiuyi... don't say sorry to me. Are you willing to promise me something?"
"Yes..." The boy's eyes lit up as if he was shining back and forth.
"Are you... willing to live a life without sunshine? Are you willing to change your current life and live in a world different from normal people? Are you willing to pay the price for a chance to live? Are you willing to... live for me?"
"I am willing to..."